[The song starts to come to a finish, and Gilbert couldn't be happier. He considers himself a guy who is pretty well in shape, but he's finding himself exhausted playing this game. With an explosion of light and digital applause on the screen, it's over, and he falls back against the short railing with a loud sigh.
That was worse than he thought it would be. Not just the act itself, but the hideous score of F that pops up on the screen to let him know that he failed his half of this song, miserably.]
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That was worse than he thought it would be. Not just the act itself, but the hideous score of F that pops up on the screen to let him know that he failed his half of this song, miserably.]
Ugh...